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“We haven’t talked about anything. You know I don’t have any recent experience in dating. I think he likes me but—”
“He asked my father to get you out of jail. And he never asks my father for anything.”
I stared at her. “He what?”
She gave me an exaggerated nod. “He got Daniel Elliott and Zegas involved too, but I’m not surprised by that. My father? He pretty much only speaks to him when spoken to.”
I’d met that man. Not officially, but on several occasions and he was . . . nothing at all like his children. He was clearly powerful, yet didn’t seem to have the time for people he didn’t perceive as useful. I didn’t like the way he spoke to Lincoln or Beau.
“Why would he involve him?” I asked quietly.
She covered my hand with hers. “Because he didn’t see any other way to get you out of jail.” She squeezed. “I love you, but I don’t know if I’d have gone that far.” She flashed a wry smile. “I can’t imagine what Lincoln is going to owe him for this.”
“What about me? What will I owe him?”
All humor vanished from her face. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, fight him as hard as you can.” She rounded the counter and threw her arms around me. “Don’t think anything of it. I’m behind you one hundred percent.”
I hugged her tightly. “I just want a simple life. Happiness. To maybe bring some good into the world. Is no drama too much to ask?”
“No.”
I held her at arm’s length. “Thank you. For agreeing to be Eric’s guardian if I couldn’t be. It’s lifted a massive burden off me.”
“It’s an honor. I’d hoped we’d never have to execute that document.” She squeezed me one more time before letting go. “Gotta be a step ahead.”
I sank back down on the barstool. “Then why does it feel like I’m running from behind?”
Chapter Fourteen
Lincoln
I rifledthrough the mail as Eric and I ascended to my apartment.
“Is that from one day?”
He pointed at the stack, and Millie licked the end of his finger.
“I haven’t checked it in a few days.”
“That’s a lot of letters.”
“Too many,” I agreed.
A massive red PAST DUE was stamped on an envelope from the electric company. My bills were automatically drafted. It couldn’t be past due.
Except the accounts were frozen. Yet another inconvenience and reminder of the trouble I couldn’t seem to forget no matter how I tried. More cash I’d have to spend.
“Are we still going to have suits made?”
I lifted my gaze to Eric, grateful for the distraction. “We are.”
“On Sunday?” He looked so hopeful, I wouldn’t have dared tell him no. Not that I wished to.
“As long as Lexie says it’s still okay, then yes.”
A pleasant bell tone signaled our arrival home. Muffy launched from the elevator. I released his leash before I ended up with rope burn on my palm.
He stamped his feet impatiently at the door. I unlocked it, and when I pushed it open, he barked, announcing our arrival.
